Dumbledore didn't show any solemnity, and the affection on his face was still relaxed.

That means he's well prepared, and that's enough for Connor.

It's just that the black candy that came out of the dirty bag or something, Connor thinks it's better to get rid of it.

Even if there was no ridicule and relaxation on the old principal's face, and there was only a touch of sincerity, these things were obviously matters of principle.

Dumbledore's very fragrant candy, provided by Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head Bar, exuded a feeling that made Connor feel a little uncomfortable from the inside out.

Because he smelled the smell of fermented meat inside.

Although he knew that there were places where carrion was used to make wine, but when it was processed into candy or something, Connor didn't feel strong enough to eat it with a blank face.

It's better to leave this kind of thing to Professor Dumbledore to enjoy slowly.

It's just that no matter what kind of attitude Dumbledore has towards the bag of 'candy' given by his brother, he can't enjoy it for long.

Hagrid's fire dragon is obviously the result of a man's calculations, and as the source of the dragon egg, some people must know about this hidden danger within Hogwarts.

And if they do, it means that the people in the Ministry of Magic who have always wanted to see the needle will know too.

About a month after Hogwarts reopened, strangers came to the school, unfamiliar to the students.

'Bang'

While the students and teachers were still enjoying a delicious breakfast in the auditorium, the doors of the auditorium were opened.

Then the short, round Minister of Magic walked into the Great Hall with a swaggering attitude.

At the same time, he was accompanied by a number of other wizards - no Aurors.

When Connor casually glanced at the Minister of Magic, he found that he was not accompanied by those who were known as the top of the Ministry of Magic, specializing in dealing with unforgivable dark wizards.

Immediately after, a delicate color caught his eye: pink.

Someone was dressed in pink.

But the problem is that the person wearing this delicate color is not a girl or a young and beautiful girl, but an aunt.

A guy who thinks he is delicate, but in fact it is a chilling guy.

"That guy ......"

"Dorelos Umbridge."

Ernie spoke.

"Now the Deputy Minister of Magic...... My mother said she was good for nothing but to curry favor with her boss. ”

"Uh-huh-hmm......"

Not wanting to look at the old toad, who was clearly feeling good about himself, Connor simply turned his gaze to the others.

"Then the others are ......"

"Those are the people in the Department of Magical Beasts, many of them are my father's colleagues, and quite a few are hitters."

As Connor stared at the men, Cedric, who was sitting across from him, responded.

"What is a striker?"

Justin couldn't help but ask.

"Police."

Connor replied.

"But aren't the police Aurors?"

Suddenly a little confused, Justin obviously hasn't mastered these technical words that he usually can't come into contact with.

"Aurors...... You can think of it as a regular army or SWAT in the wizarding world. ”

After a moment's casual thought, Connor came up with a few more vivid examples.

"Strikers deal with ordinary crimes, and Aurors deal with terrorist attacks."

"Oh oh oh!"

With that, Justin understood.

It's just that this still doesn't answer the current situation.

"That's not right, what are these people doing here? Could it be that they are here for the magical beasts of the Forbidden Forest? ”

"Tsk, I don't care what these people are doing here."

Look at those who are on their toes. Ernie just shook his head.

"I just hope they don't disturb the school, knowing that it's a critical time."

"Critical moment?"

Hearing Ernie say that, Connor subconsciously thought about something important.

But when you think about it, what Ernie said should have little to do with what he thought.

So what does he care?

"Quidditch?"

Thinking of this quickly, Connor couldn't help but speak.

"yes, it's a crucial moment, every game counts, isn't it?"

Then, he looked at the handsome senior.

"Cedric, didn't you say there was a lot of hope for the title this year?"

It's the weekend, and it's also a critical time for Quidditch on campus. With the exception of Ravenclaw, the points of the three teams are almost inextricable.

Except for the eaglets who no longer cared about the results of Quidditch, the other three houses were already a little crazy.

Slytherin definitely doesn't want trophies to fall into the hands of anyone else – honour is honour after all.

Gryffindor, on the other hand, decided that the Quidditch trophy was the only thing they could earn.

As for Hufflepuffs......

After looking left and right for a while, Ernie whispered.

"The Quidditch Championship can even catch up with Slytherin!"

"Ah......h

Cedric was visibly torn by these things.

It stands to reason that this year is indeed the most promising year for Hufflepuff.

When Connor brought in a culture of involution and opened cram schools, the number of points deducted in the college became less and less, and the answers were also made up, and even Ravenclaw was now in third place with a slight disadvantage.

To say that there is hope to hit the Academy Cup is really right.

However, if you don't get the Quidditch trophy, then it's a fantasy again.

"Hiss......"

Thinking of this, Cedric suddenly felt that he had a toothache.

Before he knew it, he felt like he had a heavy burden on other Quidditch players.

It's been the third child for 10,000 years before, and there's no hope anyway, just get by.

However, when that hope was really in front of him, he felt a little timid inexplicably.

"Alright, there are some things that don't need to be taken to heart."

That's when Connor spoke.

"The question now is, what the Ministry of Magic is here for?"

"I don't know."

Looking at those acquaintances from the Department of Magical Beasts, Cedric just shook his head.

"Maybe it's because there's some uncontrollable magical beast in the school?"

"Uh-huh......"

Connor knew this.

But he didn't say anything, just watched as the spectacle of the Ministry of Magic walked up to the teachers.

"Cornelius."

Sitting in the center of the seat, Headmaster Dumbledore simply stood up, his hands outstretched, as if to show his enthusiasm.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

But before Fudge could speak, the pink dogleg next to him jumped out.

"It's almost useless, Headmaster Dumbledore, we have something very important to investigate here."

Then she looked around and cleared her throat again.

"The Ministry of Magic has received an anonymous report that someone in Hogwarts is raising fire dragons in violation of regulations, so we have brought in several experts in magical beasts to investigate the matter."

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